5 Things That Would Make Your Job Better
If I were the King of Work, these would be among my first decrees:
An End To Office Politics
I have to admit, you got to me, Marjorie. Poor dear, left out of the clubby atmosphere of your colleagues, isolated, lonely, unappreciated and threatened by our boss and desperate to keep your job for the sake of your three little boys. Who couldn’t be affected by such a tale of woe? Not this sap, apparently. So here I am first being grilled by HR over things I’d said to you in (apparently misplaced) confidence, and then called on the carpet by one of the people there whom I admire most, who has been kindest to me, whose livelihood is being threatened because you’re using the information I indiscreetly gave you to carry out your personal vendetta. Marjorie? Take a hike!
An End To Sleazy, Cozy Relationships With Supply Vendors
OK, Jim, at first it was kind of fun having you take me out to lunch on the tab of your high-rolling supply vendor. That was before the ink cartridges you had me buy for the print room started jamming the printers. Which I was apparently not supposed to mention. Any time. To anyone. Least of all your buddy. The one who might, you know, be able to do something about it? I sort of lost interest after that in the ongoing banter over whether the Rolex he gave you for Christmas was real or fake.
End To Scheduling Flip-Flops
And George, I always thought it a little strange that I wasn’t included in those scheduling meetings, since you always seemed to come out of them with more work for my staff. And I was pleased when I finally got invited to one. One. Because at that one, the question of scheduling my staff for a conversion weekend came up, and you said “Oh, no, we don’t need your guys, it’s only a conversion.” It honestly felt great to turn around and quote you when you came bustling up to me on the weekend in question saying, “I hope you’ve got coverage all through the big conversion weekend.” And I could walk out the door and sleep that night. Whether you slept or not doesn’t really concern me.
An End To Having To Pry Work Out Of Management
Look, I like my work. I do it well. That is, when I’m not sitting around bored to tears because I have to be on site to babysit a manager who can’t quite let go of her pet project yet but keeps insisting it will be ready for me any second. I feel a surge of sympathy for Hannibal Lecter: Tick-tock, tick-tock, Clarice!
Decent Public Transportation
And now you, City and County of San Francisco. So I moved back into the city from the suburbs because I thought it would decrease my commute. Wrong! I guess the urban transit has declined as much as everyone says. I must have been dreaming of that long ago time when I first moved here, when public transportation was something we bragged about to visitors. At this rate, I may have to get a car. And move back to the suburbs.